Poem January 7, 1950 Issue

THE PURPOSE

Enid Hayes

Guide Thou my hand upon the page
That words may there take form
And shine with light reflecting light
To travelers in the storm.

Let words reveal enfolding Love,
Tender and close and strong,
Unseen, yet known to all God's sons
As refuge from all wrong.

Let words reveal till anxious thought
Perceives the light of day—
"In the beginning was the Word"
That shall not pass away!

Enid Hayes

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